Sunday Poetry by Oindrila Bhattacharya

Confessions of a Zombie-Phobic

There is a very thin line between life and death, Don't be deceived by one's jolly smile- It may only be a garb with death Lurking beneath the sweet smile... Who am I?... Am I alive or dead already?... Can I feel my pulse or the throbbing of my heart? Oh wait, wait, wait... Can I hear my voice?... NO, I guess it is lost amidst the chaos of silence Can I feel my tears when I cry?... Or can I at all cry?... Am I then dead already? I wish I die rather than living a zombie....

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